Looking at the handsome, tall, straight prince in front of him, with deep facial features and distant eyes, for a moment, Emperor Dezheng's eyes were wandering.
The prince had been in poor health since childhood, unable to practice martial arts. As he grew older, he became increasingly plagued by colds, suffering from chronic anemia and a pale complexion. Ever since he learned that the woman he deeply loved was having an affair with his best friend, who also coveted his throne, the prince had become a dead person in his heart.
Regardless of whether the prince was his biological son or not, and regardless of whether he had transferred his hatred to the prince, he understood that if he wanted the country to continue to be named Qianye, he must not pass the throne to the prince.
So he suppressed the prince and ignored him just to preserve the throne passed down by the previous emperor.
But when did that pale, withered prince suddenly become as tall and straight as a pine or cypress? Was he always like this, or had he missed something?
Looking at the Crown Princess beside him, there was no doubt that this woman was excellent, but she was Murong Qingyu's daughter. How could he tolerate them?
"You can leave now." Emperor Dezheng said to Eunuch De.
Although he didn't know what the Crown Prince and the Crown Princess wanted to say to him, the fact that the Crown Prince came to him so forcefully and asked him to dismiss his attendants must mean something important.
After Eunuch De left, Emperor Dezheng drank a sip of tea and said coldly, "Speak." He did not even offer to sit down.
Qian Yeming looked at his father, who had loved him so much when he was little but was now so cold and cruel, and said directly and calmly, "Your Highness wishes to cooperate with me to fight against Murong Qingyu."
Qian Yeming's words undoubtedly dropped a bombshell in Emperor Dezheng's heart.
Although all the court officials knew that he and Murong Qingyu, despite their superficial harmony, were actually at loggerheads, no one dared to approach him and tell him they wanted to join him in fighting against Murong Qingyu. This son was the first in so many years.
Even though he was shocked and felt that the prince must have a reason for saying this, and that he had the leverage to say this, he still had to be on guard.
"Prince, what are you talking about? The Grand Marshal's hoarding of troops is indeed a heinous crime, but he's still kind to you. You're cutting off his support like this... isn't that bad?"
Qian Yeming already knew Emperor Dezheng's character like the back of his hand. His father was timid, suspicious, and fond of playing political games, but... unlike his mother, he wasn't completely ruthless.
"Father, I remember that you loved me very much when I was a child. But ever since you met Murong Qingyun at a banquet when I was ten, you've started to ignore me. You're wary of Murong Qingyu and have turned a blind eye to the infighting in the harem. I want to know why."
Qian Yeming's words made Emperor Dezheng's face turn pale instantly, because this was the pain and bottom line that an emperor could not tolerate.
Seeing that Emperor Dezheng remained silent, Qian Yeming continued, "Your Majesty, Father loves Your Majesty so much, but Your Majesty's heart is not with Your Majesty. You gave birth to me, but I am the victim of your love that turned to hate."
At this moment, Emperor Dezheng's expression had become even worse. This was something he was unwilling to mention no matter what. It was the biggest insult in his life.
"Prince, if you have come here just to tell me this, then please leave.
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